An Australian soldier being interviewed mentioned being in N Africa around 1942. He was in the desert at night and a sudden artillery barrage forced him to jump into a shellhole and tthe rest of his squad had vanished. There were 2 Germans in the Hippo Sleeping Angel Ornament. A life and death struggle ensued…when suddenly a few artillery rounds screamed in and hit extremely close. Suddenly the men were hugging eachother in fear. When the shells stopped the men sheepishly grinned at eachother. The Germans said “bloody Italians” in broken English and they all roared in laughter. Then the Germans scampered one way, the ANZAC another. He said he always wondered what happened to those men.
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And, like the suggestions from Chayanika, just relax. Catch up on your DVR shows and Netflix. Read some novels you’ve been putting off. Maybe start a journal for your baby, that you will give to them one day when they’re a young adult. You can write about how much you’re looking forward to meeting your baby, and what hopes and Hippo Sleeping Angel Ornament dreams you have for him/her. You can explain how you’ve prepared to be a mom. You can tell your baby about who you are and who the father is. On and on, whatever you would like your baby to know. You can keep up this journal as they grow, and mention milestones (such as first tooth, first words, first crawling, first steps, first birthday, first Christmas, etc.) and write about the new things they’re learning, and funny little things they do. This will be a real treasure for them someday.
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Well, all that stuff was from my diary. I’ve been here close to 5 years now and I know that, while I was desperate in the shelter I picked good humans. My Mommy cleans my teeth and cleans my ears. In the cold of the winter she gives me slightly warm water and in the summer she puts ice cubes in to keep me cool. If they have turkey or chicken or salmon or a Hippo Sleeping Angel Ornament of beef they share some with me. The guy, who I now call Daddy, and Mommy comb me often and take matted fur (it hurts you know) out with a Furminator. For reasons I can’t fully understand they pet me all the time, say “Good cat” and “I love you” and give me treats.